A collection of thoughts, essays, opinion and nonsense from a former morning show host with way too much time on his hands.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Rescue Me

Post 155. I had no idea I had so much to write about. I know that a lot of the posts are similar in nature, but that can be said of anything that goes such a distance. My favorite columnists repeat themselves. My favorite shows have similar plot lines the longer they go. Same with this little detour from my everyday duties. It's almost impossible to write coherent, thoughtful expression on 155 different subjects. I'm fairly confident in my ability to discuss maybe three things. Sports, radio, and Wisconsin. This stuff, I know. Most of my thoughts are gathered on my morning walk with Maverick. It's always around 7:45, and it's the time of day when my mind is the clearest. By the time I get back to the house, I have things I need to do before going to work. Then I go to work. Then I work. So, breaking it down, I devote a mere 15 minutes a day to clearheaded thoughts outside of my comfort zone.

Anyway, I was going to write today about

1) How I'm less important to the world because I haven't had children

or

2) How it's funny how there's a push for increased government regulation of financial institutions while at the same time, the people we always say we trust the least are politicians. That makes me smile

Then I realized that this is about the only time of day where I can choose to avoid a seemingly endless rush of bad news, pomposity, posing, absurdity, arrogance, incompetence, and all around misery.